TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the outsiders test drive meme! You can use this post to tag with characters you're interested in bringing to the game or who you'd like to try out in the setting.


Please set all threads in one of three areas: the landing zone, where your character get off the shuttle upon arrival; the markets, where your character might run into any of the station's alien population; or in the residential district they'll be staying in.

φ Please give the name and canon of your character in the subject line! OCs (including Mass Effect OCs) and AUs are welcome.
φ You may use threads from this post as a log sample, so long as it has at least 5 of your comments in action tags or prose.
φ If you app in later, you can keep CR from this meme if both players agree to it OOCly, and so long as you keep interactions to these starting areas.
φ Apps and reserves and are always open! Our next processing round runs from 4/20 through 4/26.
φ You can find more information on our setting here, and our navigation is here!

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claps hands together excitedly!!

[paisleythief]

[ Outside pockets are for dilettantes.

With the information Eames has asked for outright, comes the details that a man like Eames is more interested in. This young man, Marco, is displaced from Earth as well, not a native of this place and more than likely unhappy about it. Eames can't tell if the combination of his age and this displacement is what makes him jumpy or if there's some other reason he's carrying- but that's sure to come out in time. ]

Former? What purpose does Omega station serve now? [ Eames casts a mischievous glance at the boy as he slips through what Eames would ordinarily call the more interesting part of town. ] Intergalactic pizza hub?

[ Theres something about the way Marco moves around the garbage in the streets and the odd piece of discarded furniture left in the alley, lacking that youthful clumsiness so signature of someone his age. Hands in his pockets and close on Marco's heels, Eames turns the thought over in the back of his mind. ]

Floating around on an asteroid in some far flung recess of space and you don't want to know why you're here? [ Rhetorical questions always sound vaguely patronizing, don't they? ] There's a saying about pens being mightier than swords, but I find knowledge is more valuable than both.

[tradecraftdude]

Come on, dude, don't play stupid with me. This place is more obviously a criminal party zone than Disneyland's pirate ride. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest!

[ Marco's flicking glances at you over his shoulder, too, Eames; he might have taken your money, but that doesn't mean he trusts you. He can smell someone fishing for information, and while he appreciates a fellow snoop, this slimey limey is earning himself a dose of 'i've-got-my-eye-on-you'. ]

And you know what saying I like better? Ignorance is bliss. I can't help being here, and I can't leave, so I'm not gonna worry about things that are out of my hands. But whatever, this isn't about my own personal soul-searching, unless I've majorly misread your intentions about wanting an insider's hints for survival on this rock, and instead you're just like, creeping on me.

[ He pauses for a moment to give Eames a brief Stare before he continues walking. The number of times people old enough to be Marco's parents have taken a very strange interest in getting inside his head, sheesh. ]

[paisleythief]

[ Eames can't help but grin at the rough handling; Marco certainly isn't winning any awards for pageantry here. ] Where there are criminals there are always do-gooders. No local law enforcement to gentrify the place? Lock up the baddies when the party gets too rowdy?

[ Pulling his hands from his pockets when he's speared with A Look, Eames holds them out palms up, as if saying no bad intentions here! Its an intentionally disingenuous motion if there ever were one. ]

No creeping intended. Although, for future reference, had I the intention to creep on you, leading a man much larger than you into an alley is probably not the smartest move on your behalf. [ Eames slips his hands back into his pockets, adding, because he knows the kind of mislead confidence a heavy piece of metal can give a person. ] Regardless of what precautions you may already be carrying.

[ Moving on, because he doesn't want Marco to feel provoked. ] Why do you say you can't leave? I assume there have been attempts to escape?

[tradecraftdude]

[ Marco thinks about his roommate the robocop. Plus all the people who decided that following him around to make sure he keeps his nose out of trouble was their favorite hobby. Suppresses a shudder. ]

There aren't any laws to enforce, dude. The best we've got are vigilantes trying to keep a hold of their own precious shreds of morality. Good and bad are like completely useless terms here. It's about survive or die.

[ He shrugs as Eames backs off a little, though he's going to keep trying to edge out more of a personal bubble for himself now. ]

And it's not just about what I'm carrying myself. [ Let the implication hang in the air; Marco might just be a lightly armed pizza boy, but he's apparently not afraid of getting called on his bluff. Or he's convinced himself he needs to be dead certain that no one will call him out in order to maintain the appearance of being untouchable. Either way, he's confident he's got the advantage over Eames for home turf knowledge, so he'll keep it up as long as the threats don't escalate a hair above casual joking around.

Unless Eames is faking it just to catch him off guard.

Well, shit, Marco's going to work himself into a paranoid fit at any moment now. Good thing they've pulled out of the narrow streets; now it's just a matter of taking a lift up to the apartment that made the order. He taps a foot while waiting for the doors to open. ]

Passage off the rock costs big money, which I don't have. You wanna make another contribution to my scholarship fund?